Taming the Big Bad Alpha
His black eyes never once relinquished their hold on hers.
You are cold, little red hair.
His voice whispered over her skin, mesmerized her mind, dispelled the chaos to replace it with a soothing, tranquil calm.
Allow me to warm you.
His hand shaped her face, traced each delicate bone, stroked down her throat. Caitlin blinked, confused, unsure whether she was awake or dreaming. Her body moved restlessly. Again, her brain attempted to sort things out for her, but she could not pull away from his hypnotic eyes. Part of her didn’t want to. She wanted to be trapped there for all time, sheltered by him, belonging to him.
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